Monday had started and I was already tired half way into the day. When the clock struck noon, Joe waltzed into the room, heading straight for my desk.

"Good afternoon, mate," he said with a heavy British accent. "I was wondering if you would like to join me for an afternoon tea party." I shook my head, jokingly annoyed by Joe.

"No, mate. But you can ask your ex-girlfriend over there," I pointed towards Demi. She was currently flying through some papers that were messily laid out on her desk.

"I was thinking about going to lunch with you, Nick, Demi, Emily, and a couple of other people from my office. You know like a hangout type of deal," Joe explained, completely shrugging off his accent he supposedly had earlier.

"You should ask Nick that before you ask anyone else."

"Already have, doll face," Joe said while pronouncing a thick southern accent.

"What's with the accents today?" I questioned as I got up from my seat to alert a frantic Demi that her ex boyfriend was currently annoying me.

"Its Annual Accent Day." Yes, I would have totally known that, Joe. I knocked on Demi's desk as she finally looked up. She raised her eyebrows in a question and I nodded towards Joe. When she finally saw him, she groaned.

"What do you want?" she sighed. He grinned and shook his head, making Demi bang her head on the table with frustration. "You know, when most people break up they usually don't see each on a regular daily basis."

"We're not most people, beautiful," he whispered into her ear and continued to waltz into Nick's office. Demi slammed her hands on her desk and looked at me.

"See what he does to me?" she half exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down to avoid office gossip.

"What, turns you on?" I joked. She glared at me and smirked. Oh no, I know that face- its when someone has dirt on you.

"Like the way Nick completely turned you on at the ice skating rink." She crossed her arms, knowing she had the upper hand at this point.

"Um, no. See, I- I don't do the stupid office romance stuff," I said, trying to convince myself more than her.

"Whatever, I wouldn't be surprised if you guys fucked at the night shift tonight," she winked. My eyes widened and she let out a fit of giggles. "Let me know how he is," she got up and went into Nick's office. I can not believe she thinks I would cross thatline. I mean come on, me and Nick...in his OFFICE? While he's ENGAGED? And is my apparent "crush" that obvious for everyone to see. Demi came out of the office, laughing at something Joe was saying. She caught my eye and giggled. "Don't worry I was just joking around with you." Yeah, you better be, Missy.

"I think I just lost my appetite," I glared at her.

"Don't me such a drama queen and just come to lunch with us," Demi huffed.

"Yeah, don't be such a drama queen, Miley," Nick mimicked as he walked out of his office. "Even I'm going." He smiled that gorgeous smile of his and started walking towards the elevator. I glared at Demi and she just laughed it off.

It took around ten minutes for the car to pull up at the restaurant that Joe had picked out. We all filed in and picked a booth that was closes to the window. I sat beside Demi as Nick came to sit by me, being the last spot available. We all ordered our drinks and our food and started to talk amongst ourselves.

"So, tell me about yourself," Nick sounded eloquent as he talked.

"Um, born in Tennessee," I nodded. He nodded back, urging me to say more. "Um," I said unsurely as I looked around the table.

"What?" Nick studied my face expression, finally realizing I didn't want anyone to overhear us. "No one's listening."

"My dad..." I trailed, while Nick was listening intently. This was not something I went boasting around about, but I felt like I could trust Nick. "He's an oil tycoon down South." Nick's eyes lit up with realization.

"Billy Ray Stewart," He leaned back as to study my features to see the resemblance. "Wow, I can't believe I didn't pick that up before." I looked down. I wasn't ashamed of my family. I just wanted to build a life without them. "We can talk later if you want," Nick offered, sensing that the subject wasn't entirely finished. I nodded and turned my attention to the rest of the table. I guess the hours flew by because before I knew it the clock chimed five and everyone was heading out of the office. I said goodbye to Demi as she was the last one to leave and headed over to Nick's office. I sat on the couch and quietly began to work. I was so absorbed in my work that I didn't notice Nick and taken a seat with me. I was startled when I realized he was there.

"Oh," I said out of surprise. "You scared me," I playfully glared at him. He smiled, looking at the papers I had before me.

"So, do you want to finish that conversation we had earlier?" he asked. I looked down at my shoes and looked around the office.

"Have you ever gone clubbing?" I asked.

"Don't change-" Nick began, but I cut him off with the same question. His eyebrows furrowed with curiosity as to why I was asking the question. "Why?"

"Because, what do you do to get all your feelings out?" I sighed as I ran my fingers through my loose hair.

"I work?" Nick said uncertainly. It looked like he didn't really know the answer to that question.

"I mean, where do you forget all your worries about work, your family, about life," I emphasized.

"I don't know," Nick confessed. "I've never gone before," he mumbled.

"Come on," I stood up, offering him my hand. "We're going clubbing. Its only nine, so it won't be that crazy."

"We're not dressed to go clubbing," Nick looked at me like I was crazy. I bit my lip, thinking. I started untucking his shirt. He was startled by my new actions, but he just went along with it. I unbuttoned his top buttons and took off the tie he as wearing. I ran my fingers through his curly hair and smiled.

"There, you look good," I said quietly. He looked into my eyes and smiled.

"Your turn," he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He took a step back and looked at me to see how he was going to turn my matronly outfit into something to go clubbing with. He untucked my blouse and tousled my hair. "Roll up your skirt a couple inches." I looked down at my skirt- it was almost at my knees. I laughed and rolled it up. "There, you look perfect." I shook my head and took a hold of his hands as we ran into the streets of New York. We went into a random club that seemed to be the center of attention on the street. The dance floor seemed to be crowded, so we headed over to the bar. "So continue on with your life story," Nick encouraged me.

"I got into Columbia as a business major," I said looking at Nick. "I didn't want to go because my parents got me in through their connections. I just want to be independent. So, I told them I was taking a year off to myself. I'm applying to schools this coming fall. I really want to go to U Penn under the school of Wharton with a minor in music."

"Wow," Nick breathed out. I nodded. "So, you're into music?" Nick asked awkwardly. I nodded, not saying a word. "I am too."

"Really?" his statement caught me totally off guard. He nodded taking a sip of his drink. I looked him up and down and replied, "You look like the acoustic guitar type."

"Yeah, I am," he chuckled. "Have been playing since I was ten years old. I also play the piano, the drums, and the bass." My eyes widened- I didn't know he was this versatile. He smiled, shyly. "Not something I tell people everyday...Music was my first passion," he confessed. I nodded, encouraging him to keep continuing. "But, my family wanted me to do the whole business thing. And I guess, I just get really intense when I'm doing something. Hence, the whole workaholic stuff. And..." he trailed. He took a big gulp of his drink and sighed. "And, I'm scared that if I really have enough time to think about all this- I'm going to regret that I didn't follow my passion." I looked at him and finally saw what he was saying. I finally got why he was who he was. Everything made sense. The conversation was getting intense and we need something to drain the pressure out. I gave him my hand and he looked at me questioningly.

"Let's dance," I beamed. He laughed and took a hold of my hand. I led him to the middle of the dance floor and just swayed with him. He looked around the dance floor, nervously. He spotted a couple of people around us grinding and choked.

"Everyone dances like that?" he asked, looking at me. I laughed and nodded. He seemed to be making a quick decision in his mind because he twirled me around and pulled me closer. It was an unsaid agreement that he wanted to try grinding. We didn't do anything dirty or sensual, but you could just feel the potential physical chemistry between us. I swayed my hips against him and he placed his hands on them. His lips brushed against my ear and I clenched my jaw from doing anything inappropriate. I turned my head around to see how he was doing and our lips accidentally brushed against each other. This was getting to be too much. I looked at his brown eyes and suddenly realized that this was completely wrong. I escaped from his grip and started walking out of the club. Nick silently followed and we went back to the office.

A/N Gahh...this chapter took a LONG time to write. I'm glad everything connected because it was so disfigured in my head. I didn't mean to put so much of Nick's characterization in there..this chapter was just to get to know about Miley's history and all that..the club scene was definatley fun to write. =P I'm kind of excited for the next couple of chapters, the story is going to start blowing up. I just wanted to give you guys the taste of their attraction. I might have to start writing in Nick's point of view, so we'll see how that goes!!